jaybird

it's amazing how like a little bird she was. her hands waved nervously as she attempted to give an earnest plea or perhaps excuse for something that never quite made itself clear. admitting fault became a cage she avoided yet inhabited nonetheless. two steps forward and one back she fearfully desired the seeds held out to her, and defiantly begged for them. her apologetic tone occasionally pecked when she felt threatened beyond endurance--which was further than most. she impressed her audience with a sense of fragility combined with stubborn indecision. the adroit listener hovered between a desire to protect her and exasperation. in strikingly ironic fashion, her husband lumbered beside her as a perfect ox.